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Friends of Mondstadt, let us revel! Drink to your hearts' content!
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To freedom! To the Anemo Archon!
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To Vennessa, the first Knight to grace this world!
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Sons and daughters of Mondstadt, may the gift from the Anemo Archon be engraved in your hearts!
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And let it be known that this gift is not freedom, but just defiance!
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It transpired in ages past.
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Friends, do excuse me for improvising,
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For it should be clear as day, that the glory and freedom of Mondstadt
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Were born when Barbatos struck the strings dolce.
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Poems sing of heroic fame,
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Yet to commemorate unnamed freedom should they aim.
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Chained by the royals, Mondstadt could barely suspire,
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And festivities were but vanity games of the rich,
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Beyond the grasp of the ordinary people.
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A withering dungeon, Mondstadt was.
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In slavery games the royals gaily relished,
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Oblivious to their place, the inmates were.
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A fiery-headed dame confined to a cell,
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From the southern plains she did hail.
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Born free but now bound by chains,
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Though restrained by a tyrant her flesh remained.
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Still her pious soul never ceased to pray,
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For her people, for Mondstadt, for illusive freedom if she may. |